no ceiling when i'm in my zone

[pensnest]

The glorious Wordsmiths At Gorsemere continue to bring me joy. Today's episode was possibly the most sublime. One Mr Sheats arrived, and a cricket match ensued, with commentary by, in succession, Sheats, Wordsmith, and Cholerick.

As the episode drew to a close, Dorothy Wordsmith was heard to say, "Oh, dear, Mr Sheats has forgotten his stockings. I shall preserve them in this basil pot." And I was overtaken by relentless giggles.

Seriously. If you think you might enjoy listening to a radio comedy based upon the humble lives of several lakeland poets, let me hasten to assure you that you would, indeed, you would.

And now, I must paint.

Comments

[yourivy]

I now have the song from your subject line stuck in my head, thanks :P
Also, I think I need to check out the radio programme you mention, it sounds hilarious.

[turlough]

I vaguely remembered something about someone keeping a severed head in a pot of basil, but for some reason I associated it with Judith and Holofernes and that didn't seem right at all! So I had to look it up and after I had I also started to giggle.

I hope you had fun painting.